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While the action is fairly good, what really shines in Tombstone are the characterizations and dialogue. Doc Holliday is nothing less than an anti-hero who holds to an honor code of loyalty and all things scoundrel. He's got so much pinaché that it makes him a rare invincible character who becomes the center of any universe that he's occupying. It's a strange movie where the leaders of the opposing gangs (Earp and Curly Bill) are upstaged by their gung-ho compadres (Holliday and Ringo). But this is what we got, and nobody's complaining. Any movie can pull a gun and spend ten minutes blasting; what will really hook the action sequence for me is if there's a really cool line and some thick tension to go right before it. Tombstone has quotables and style from the start until about five minutes from the end. While I'm not a big fan of horses (they're big and they pee in surprising amounts), movies such as this do harken a part of my boyhood fascination with cowboys, Indians, and lots of guns. While it might be easy to dismiss this film as male-oriented cinematic candy, the many great scenes that populate Tombstone, such as the stand-offs between Ringo and Holliday or the shoot-out at the OK Corral, make this a terrific, replayable movie that will stand out as one of the best westerns that doesn't star Clint Eastwood or John Wayne.
My favorite scenes include when Wyatt brings Johnny Tyler down a peg in the Oriental, when Wyatt and Josephine go for a ride on their horses, walking to the O.K. Corral with that awesome music, and Wyatt and Doc's last scene together in the hospital. Even if you're not a fan of Westerns, this is a movie not to be missed because it has elements to satisfy every movie-watcher's taste.
Looking back, the co-incidences are scary — without the traffic, the resolution to see something regardless, the film scheduling at the theatre and the managers choice of Tombstone to get a repeat showing, I might have gone through life completely ignorant of the entire western genre. Fortunately, the silver spur of Destiny was there to get me to giddyup into the theatre with my popcorn and my preconceived notions and I left the theatre 90 minutes later with neither intact. Tombstone is fantastic. Whether it’s nostalgia, or just a childish attachment to the first film I saw that really made me appreciate how a good western didn’t have to be a 4-colour black/hat white hat, men-falling-off-buildings, staged-gunfight yawnfest, but Tombstone has been, is, and probably always will be my favourite Western film of all time. Let me count the ways. For sheer characterisation, Tombstone is a revelation. Gone are the 2-D, weasly, good outlaws, and the upstanding white-hat sheriffs, replaced by an entirely more believably motivated cast of ne’er-do-wells and profiteers with real human reasons for doing what they do. Ironically, one of the reasons I love Tombstone so much is exactly the same reason I love The Crow — that nearly as much time on screen is spent characterising the villains of the piece as well as the heroes, so by the time the scum-of-the-earth types are getting some righteous cowboy vengeance visited on them, you’re right there along side them gratuitously enjoying watching them get their just deserts. Val Kilmer’s Doc Holiday is without a doubt his finest film role, (just edging out Tom "Iceman" Kazansky from Top Gun), who is by turns funny, sympathetic, roguish, heartbreaking, and desperate. There’s a scene later in the film when one of Wyatt Earp’s deputies asks Doc why he stays with Wyatt during his crusade across the west, to which he replies “Wyatt Earp is my friend”. “Hell,” says the deputy, “I don’t know if that’s worth dying for. I got a lot of friends.”. Doc’s quiet “Well, I don’t” has enough pathos and angst to drown an entire generation of Hot Topic customers, and is purely awesome. That’s not to say that everyone is the film isn’t doing a fine job either. Michael Beihn as Johnny Ringo is broody and menacing, Kurt Russell does a fine fire and thunder, really-very-angry-cowboy impression as Wyatt, and there’s a whole posse of other good performances throughout the film. To my mind, everything about this film just seems to click – the pacing is perfect, and doesn’t just fixate on the famous "Gunfight at the OK Corral" but deals with the before and after in ways that make it a part of the plot, rather than the centre of it. The dialogue is nice and gritty without resorting to the Deadwood school of "One swearword for every two other words" philosophy, and a couple of lines have made it into my own personal repertoire of “Movie quotes to use in conversation to make yourself feel superior and geeky at the same time, especially because only three other people in the world would recognise it was actually a quote in the first place”. Yes, I am a spectacular failure as a human being. Ultimately, what convinced me to love Tombstone was that it didn’t feel like all the Westerns that had so turned me off as a kid. It looked and felt like a real Hollywood film, with no clichéd shootout at high noon, southern belle damsel in distress, gritty and softly spoken cowboy-with-a-heart-of-gold. If you like Westerns, you’ll probably like Tombstone a lot. If you don’t like Westerns, you will still probably like Tombstone a lot. And if you don’t, I’ll meet you outside the saloon at High Noon, you varmints.
Is It Worth Staying Through End Credits?
History Connection [some sources: History Channel Online]
Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
The opening sequence is not, as they would have you believe, footage from actual documentaries of the old west (cinema didn't really come into being until the 1890's). Instead, they used a couple scenes from Tombstone and made them old-looking. The other scenes are from ancient west films, mainly The Great Train Robbery (1903). The last part, where the cowboy shoots directly at the screen, was originally intended to clear the theater for the next crowd to see Train Robbery. Laudanum is basically an opium/alcohol mixture. It was a cure all pain killer. Back in Wyatt's day it was taken with as much ease as we'd pop an Advil or Tylenol today. It faded out at the turn of the century when the Dangerous Drugs Act was introduced and Opium became illegal. Groovy Quotes
Ike: What is that Holliday? Twelve hands in a row? Ain't nobody that lucky. Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!
Ringo: Isn't anyone here man enough to play for blood?
Earp: Are you gonna do something, or just stand there and bleed? Holliday: It's true, you are a good woman. Then again, you may be the Antichrist. Doc: Johnny, I forgot you were there. You may go now.
Wyatt: Well I'll be damned.
Cowboy: You're so drunk, you're probably seein' double.
Josephine: I'm a woman, I like men. If that's not ladylike, then I guess I'm not a lady.
Ike Clanton: Listen, Mr. Kansas Law Dog. Law don't go around here. Savvy?
Wyatt Earp: You die first, get it? Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before I make your head into a canoe, you understand me? Doc Holliday: Why Kate, You're not wearing a bustle. How lewd.
Doc Holliday: What do you want Wyatt?
Doc Holliday: It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds. Johnny Ringo: It's quoted in the bible, Revelations: Behold the pale horse. The man who sat on him was death, and Hell followed with him.
Sherman McMasters: Where is he?
Wyatt Earp: From now on I see a red sash, I kill the man wearing it. So run you cur. And tell the other curs the law is coming. You tell 'em I'm coming! And Hell's coming with me you hear! Hell's coming with me! Johnny Ringo: I want your blood. And I want your soul. And I want them both right now! Doc Holliday: I have not yet begun to defile myself.
Doc Holliday: A man like Ringo has got a great big hole, right in the middle of himself. And he can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it.
Doc Holliday: Look, darlin', it's Johnny Ringo. Deadliest pistolier since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darlin', should I hate him? Doc Holliday: You know, if I didn't think you were my friend, Ed, I don't think I could bear it.
Jack Johnson: Why do you do it?
Doc Holliday: You're no daisy!
Johnny Ringo: You must be Doc Holliday.
Wyatt Earp: Skin that smoke wagon and see what happens! Doc Holliday: Oh. Johnny, I apologize; I forgot you were there. You may go now. If you liked this movie, try these:
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